"Come and worship Buddha with me tomorrow, and let the master take a look at it in the temple." The middle-aged man finally concluded after talking about all kinds of ghosts and gods to educate GG.
"Okay, Dad!"
GG picked up a peeled apple from the plate on the cabinet and stuffed it into the middle-aged man's mouth.
"The company is busy urging you, go quickly, and I will go back with Zimo when she comes."
Zimo is GG’s friend, the tall woman with the ID Youran Ziluo in the live broadcast room.
"Hmph." The middle-aged man took a bite of the apple, held it in his hand, and stood up.
"You wish I would stop talking and leave quickly."
"No, no, I feel uncomfortable staying in this hospital. I really don't want to stay here any longer."
GG said sincerely that she had just been tortured in the mental hospital last night and now had some psychological trauma towards the hospital.
"You better stay at home and don't run around." The middle-aged man poked GG's forehead warningly.
"I know, I know..."
After watching the middle-aged man walk out of the ward, GG sat back on the bed, thought for a while, took the mobile phone from the cabinet, and stared at the assassin-like doll on the phone case in a daze.
"The last person I saw last night... was exactly the same..."
She reached out and held the tiny doll in her palm.
The puppet held the dagger in its right hand and raised it in front of it, revealing a pair of lively brown eyes that stared quietly ahead.
"How is it possible..."
She shook her head and laughed at the inexplicable thoughts that came to her mind.
Even if ghosts and gods exist in this world, how could a mass-produced handicraft that was bought for a few hundred dollars and was produced no more than two or three years ago suddenly turn into a human being?
"Who are you thinking about? You're laughing so strangely." A female voice suddenly sounded so close that GG was startled.
When she looked up, she found that it was Zimo who came close to her. Under his neat bangs, his narrow eyes with thick eyelashes were staring at her.
"Huh...you scared me. When did you come in? Why was there no sound?"
"Just came in, you were thinking too much, who are you thinking about?"
"…The person who saved me last night…"
"That person, the police and I went into the building to search, there was no one in the whole building, the building was covered with dust everywhere, and all the traces of his activities were only..."
Zimo looked at GG, afraid that she would be scared, so he stopped talking.
All traces of activity in that building were from GG alone.
Footprints, fingerprints, traces of being dragged on the ground to sweep away a row of dust, traces of falling and rolling down the stairs...
Everything indicates that there is no second person.
If there hadn't been so many viewers in the live broadcast room testifying, and if she and the police hadn't seen with their own eyes the mysterious man retreating into the darkness, everyone would have thought that GG had gone to the mental hospital to roll around in the dust.
After hearing this, GG just lowered his head in silence, looking at the puppet pendant on his phone, his thoughts drifting away.
"Let's go, I've completed the discharge procedures." Zimo stretched out his hand, motioning GG to get up from the bed and leave quickly.
…………
"The elevator is really scary. Sigh~" GG said in a muffled voice. She was half a head shorter than Zimo. She was standing in the elevator with her head buried in the other's chest.
GG now has a significant psychological trauma about elevators, and his fear of stairs is even worse.
"Please don't talk when you're lying on my chest..." Zimo was holding GG's bag in his hand with a cold look on his face.
"Zimo, why don't you have breasts?"
Zimo: ...
He grabbed GG's ears and pulled her away from his chest.
"I was wrong woooooo!"
After coming out of the hospital gate, the two got into the car that Zimo had driven out of the basement in advance.
Zimo was driving and GG was sitting in the passenger seat.
After fastening his seat belt, GG took out his mobile phone, opened the live broadcast software, and entered the live broadcast room.
"Do you want to continue the live broadcast?" Zimo's voice came from the driver's seat.
"Well, I won't be broadcasting live anymore~ Let's say goodbye to the audience."
She raised her phone, adjusted the camera to face herself, and started the live broadcast room.
A girl with light red hair and a pair of slightly raised brown eyes appeared on the screen. There was a heroic look in her eyes, and her fair, small face and chubby pink lips showed a bit of innocence and childishness.
"Hello everyone, welcome to the evening science live broadcast room, I am your anchor GG~"
【Huawu Zhijing: First! 】
【Mu Jiaqingyu: The upstairs is so fast. 】
[Fei Fengdong: GG, are you okay? I'm glad to see you're safe and sound.]
[Homework not finished: How is the anchor? What happened last night? Is there really a ghost? ]
[Qu Yaohuang: Wow, I didn’t come in right away! Why did GG start live streaming so early today? ]
[Coffee bag: Congratulations to GG for returning safely~]
[Freedom, equality, justice and the rule of law: Congratulations to GG on his safe return! ]
…
The live broadcast room was filled with rows of red highlighted congratulatory comments.
GG smiled and narrowed his big brown eyes with slightly raised corners.
"Thank you for your concern. I am fine now."
[Desert Fox: Aoaoao, anchor, marry me! ]
[Xiao Ming, I do not accept the rebuttal: GG is so cute! ! ]
[Qu Yaohuang: It's too cruel for such a cute girl to do a horror live broadcast. ]
[Yao Ling is not Yao Yao Ling: This is actually a science live broadcast room! Wake up upstairs! ]
[Winter Melon Lamp: But last night was indeed a horror live broadcast...]
[The kid next door started crying: Oh, oh, oh, it wasn’t like this before. It used to be very rigorous and scientific. Let me tell you.]
【You Ran Zi Luo: GG is mine. 】
[The cat behind the sofa: The anchor team is too hot! Come and beat them to death! ]
The barrage forum goes awry and a topic can't last more than three sentences before it falls apart.
"Well, I'm sorry everyone, thank you for your continued support and companionship, but after experiencing a series of events last night... I can no longer firmly be an atheist, this live broadcast room..."
【Xiao/Xiang Shuiyun: GG, stop first!!!】
A red highlight with special effects fonts slid across the screen, interrupting GG's words.
She looked at the screen with confusion in her eyes.
[Xiao/Xiang Shuiyun: You dyed your hair all over, light red, right? ]
"Yeah." GG replied, waiting for the other party to continue.
[Xiao/Xiang Shuiyun: Then, I will ask you a question, remember not to look back. ]
【Lin Chi: Huh? What’s going on? 】
[A lot of troubles: mysterious...]
[Winter Melon Lamp: Wait! I think I understand! ]
[The kid next door is crying with envy: woc I saw it too! Barrage of comments to protect me! ]
【Lots of troubles: 6666】
[Freedom, equality, justice and the rule of law: Anchors, be careful! ! ]
[Xiao/Xiang Shuiyun: Is there anyone in the back seat of your car? Don’t look back!!!]
GG reflexively wanted to look back, but suddenly froze and dared not move.
Because she also saw...
The mobile phone camera was facing her direction at this time, and GG and part of the picture behind her could be displayed on the phone screen.
On the screen, GG was sitting in the passenger seat with her head resting on the back of the chair, facing the screen, and behind her seat, a black mass of something like hair was swaying gently with the car.
Due to the perspective, it is easy to mistake the black mass in the picture as GG's own hair.
The picture at the top of the screen was where GG's hair was. She didn't show her entire head, only that black mass that seemed to... be hanging from above. She tilted the phone a little bit to move the camera upwards.
The black hair captured by the camera is getting more and more, and thicker and thicker...
"GG, what's wrong?"
Hearing GG suddenly stop talking halfway through his words, Zimo, who was sitting in the driver's seat, couldn't help but ask.
The sudden sound scared GG so much that his hands trembled. In the live broadcast room, a picture of a person hanging upside down on the roof of a car with disheveled black hair and a pale face twisted with resentment flashed by.
The face was extremely pale and eerie. There were no pupils in the eye sockets, only two cloudy whites bulging outwards. Where the mouth should have been, there was only a long black crack.
【Lu Wei: Aa ...
【Tang Yuchen: Oh my god!!!】
[No One in the Valley: Wow~ Exciting~]
【Lin Chi: Wipe, wipe, wipe!!!】
[Mu Jiaqingyu: Stupid anchor, give me back my phone! I was so scared that the screen of my phone broke! ]
[It’s also possible to get rich in half a month: The people above still have the energy to type, it seems they are not afraid, I admire you! ]
[The little cat with the hammer: + ID number. ]
[Crazy Cultivator: I saw such an exciting scene right after I came in. It's worth it that I summoned my fellow brothers and sisters to watch the live broadcast. ]
[The Taoist youth who does not cultivate immortality: How terrifying, Senior Brother, what the hell is this? It looks quite powerful.]
【Ask: A fierce ghost. 】
[Do Not Disturb During Cultivation: Oh my god, this is the first time I’ve seen a ghost. I didn’t expect it to be in this situation. It’s so scary…]
[The Foot Bathing City Won't Take You: Junior Brother, you don't use punctuation when you speak! ]
[Master Zhang, the Taoist priest of Qingfeng Temple: Which disciple is it that won't take you to this foot-washing city? ]
[Foot massage parlor won't take you: Sorry, I'm just an innocent passerby, sorry to bother you. ]
[The Taoist youth does not cultivate immortality: Why can't I see Senior Brother Jiuqu? Is he in seclusion again? ]
[Director Jiu Channel, who is obsessed with cultivating immortals: I am here. ]
[With you in arms: Form a group upstairs 666]
[Who says there is no clothes: Exciting, Taoist? ]
[Master Zhang, the head of Qingfeng Temple: Where is the host now? This evil spirit is not something that ordinary people can deal with. Don't try to be brave. I will call my disciples to help you.]
【Troublesome: The host seems to be struggling.】
[Desert Fox: Oh my god, that can’t be a real ghost, what should I do, it’s dangerous! ]
The live broadcast room was constantly filled with barrages of comments, and the number of people watching the live broadcast continued to increase.
GG had no time to care about anything else. The hair hanging from the roof of the car wrapped around her from behind, and a few strands of thin black hair slowly strangled her neck.
She was unable to utter a sound, and she reached towards her neck with both hands, trying to tear off the thing wrapped around her neck. Her phone fell onto her legs, and the live broadcast was recorded from a downward angle, with only GG's chin visible on the screen.
"GG?" Zimo shouted again and turned around.
As a scream pierced the sky, the black sedan quickly pulled over to the side of the road.
Zimo tried to help GG pull the hair off her neck, but his neck and arms were also entangled by the hair, and he was trapped in his seat and unable to move.
The vulnerable part of the neck was wrapped and tightened, and the long black hair seemed to dig into the flesh, oozing blood.
"Uh... help... help..."
The feeling of suffocation became more and more intense, and the chest seemed to be about to explode. GG struggled to squeeze out a few breaths from his throat.
[Crazy Cultivator: Master, this anchor seems to be just an ordinary person...]
[Master Zhang, the Taoist of Qingfeng Temple: :???]
【Ask: The bird is finished.】
[Foot massage city won't take you: Who knows where the anchor is? This is a matter of life and death, it's extremely urgent, please let me know immediately!!!]
[Da Sheng Ye Yu: The host friend knows! The ID is Youran Ziluo. ]
[Where am I with my worldview shattered: Before I saw that face, the voice asking about GG, and the scream just now, seemed to be from Youran Ziluo, I have heard them before...]
[The sound of night rain: ...]
【Baibai Yinjiangguan: ……】
【Desert Fox: Candle/】
【Baibai Yinjiangguan: Candle/】
At this moment, in the live broadcast room, a hand suddenly reached out from the car window and grabbed the black hair hanging from the roof of the car.
Another hand holding a sharp dagger also reached in from the car window.
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